poetry – Page 32 – Poétique

Daffodils

Someone is writing a poem about him
Unbeknownst to his psyche
He skipped one day
Thinking it would be okay
And yet he still trembled
And returned quickly the next
Offering from the light returned
I can’t see walking around
In circles a hindrance
In a sad vacuum at the loss of you

Loud murder kaws overhead
But the beat of rejuvenation is
Heard instead and the barking
Of creatures some days are
Harder than others
Acceptance coiled up
With defeat into an ornately
Knitted spleen
Liberation in extremity
{internal art}

Reflective pools of nothing
Even Narcisse the child of nymphs
Looks away from the mirrored pond
Unrequited unreturned to the self
Not for others what of this!?
Hidden antithesis but a lonely
Strut into the forest of others’
Swampy feelings to be loved
So many someone’s that he forgot
{to love himself}

A workhorse bred
Stallion thread
For hesitation
Ready for the race
Perhaps the dark horse
In him will finally come to
Bare the regal gift of
Love upon himself
Or die in hilarity
Though the daffodils
{look lovely today}

Wisp

Healing power
Bird appeal
Acknowledgment of truth
What question deserves the answer
Existing in a better place
A hidden road from within
Two different parties
Meaning is unavailed to
Reveal an identity
Promise to give
Without contract
Any hypothesis can
Turn a key
Find the lock
Open the sincerity
Avoid the internet
If it’s torture
No matter how you do it
What does it matter
Heartache is a river
That runs through
A heightened aloneness
No name
No birthdate
Just ether

Spiders

Somewhere in the
Zeitgeist of our lives
In the time and place
That we both arrived
You made a path
Through the sea of my heart
Two spiders became one
Chewing and gnawing
At the right leg
Fuzzy light engulfs both of us
As if one barely makes it
Through the light and the other joins
Warm yellow glows a different form
Entirely altogether altered
And reborn

Electric aura transforms
Into our metaphysical positions
How many spaces?
How many lines!
Things in my hands feel smaller
Things on the earth feel taller

Gift of a voice recording
Some years ago
{That never got erased}
There’s no AI for that

Do you think requesting another
Would make a difference?

A perfect morning
A blazer of a day
Bird on my shoulder
Monkey on my back
Simple text is better than
Total exclusion
No doubt about that

I wonder what it will cost
In the long distance

Parts

I cried so much last night

I’m taking myself back
All the good parts
That I built up but then lost
I did them for you
Now I’ll do them for me!

Bring back the parts that I
Manufactured in the hope
That it would mean more for us

A disciplined construction in a
Scaffolding of emotional security
That will mean something for me

All of the experiences I wanted
To have for us but were impossible
Could be had even without you

My life is not on hold
A spirit that’s beautifully different
Must fly even without validation

The price we pay to leave the
Best parts of ourselves behind
Is an arm and a leg

Catharsis

Two leftover boys finding love for the other
The unwanted children that survived
We’re like brothers maybe I’m your father
Or maybe you’re mine you could be
I’m unsure but learning still from you

It seemed you loved me the least of all
And know you get all of my love and
Maybe that’s all you needed

White walls blue sky earth turning
Climbing eternally when do we stop
When do we summit, where is my peak?

I meet you here in the grass
On the mountain of my heart
And hold the difference between
Cold and hot know the difference of
Yes and no black and white
Who is right? Does it matter?

I can be a better version of my father
I can be a better version of my mother
I have many failed attempts and yet
I never give up trying even though
I have so much when is it enough?

I feel the need to face the pillow
Sleep forever comfort my willingness
To congregate towards the light
In a tunnel of sorts at the back of
My mind and outwardly overhead

Floating above with my cat friend
What entities are we anyway?
What allergies are we to one another?

Is it confrontational to hear our
Own words back to us?
Are we offending ourselves upon
Reflection for those words
To ourselves boomeranging back to
The root of who we are
Feeling nothing facting everything

Make up a new moment
How much would it cost to
Face ourselves with grace and
Forgive the parts of our hearts
That weren’t ticking right at the time

Compassionate beings who are we
Clinging to our stickiest souls
A beautiful twisting cosmos
Of whiskers and willingness

Voyaging

Tea ceremony to make us whole
The oblivion of Morpheus seems to be
A perpetual state of mind
Awake, asleep or dreaming
As if someone was going to
Break into my account to
Write poetry on my behalf
Is it really necessary
To lock me out
Hinging on what will be and a
Tongue in the corner of my mouth
Soft lips touching
Abrasive ground and mindful
Rushing out of things
Instead of in what is whatever?
Do we head to South Africa
Watch our membranes waggle
In Afrikaans roll our eyes
And find a trampoline or a hammock to
Lay together on with something
To make us complete like two stars
Full of electric juice not too soon
Will we fade and our passions
Burning hot like lights
Filaments you can’t put
Your fingerprints on
Branding your mark on my heart
Fill my sky; blind me

Behalf

He stopped playing the piano
But he hadn’t forgotten how to
He stopped riding his bicycle
But he still knew where it was
He forgot to meditate
But he remembered how to return
The path had changed
In the care of his keep
He was busy with life
And the challenges of it all
But he recalled the days
When doing all of these things

Meant something

To be the linchpin
Of ourselves holding the edifice
Together so as not to crumble
Explode or fall apart

Yellow leaves turned up
After the solstice was strolling past
Muddy tiles to witness inner strengths
Washed over and over to reveal
Connection and a use for time
Sliding down the fault of
Memories we attempt to get away from
Churning through the vast nature
If ostensibility is to overwhelm
To congregate in the belly of burden

When to bite and when to chew
Basic principles that should
Involuntarily teach us that
Enough is enough and that
We did all we can do

It’s a beautiful thing
Not to be through with our bodies
But to wake up in said vessels
Alive and renewed
All of our arms and legs
Working and if even only a few limbs
There’s still life in you yet
Old man

Clockwise

We want to get it right
That’s the most important part
We might break it
But don’t throw it away
When do we become sophisticated
If it’s done well it’s not done
To put a spotlight on you as a failure
Can’t a person be good at something?

Is the goal to be alone
It does feel as though the chance to be
Missed is a predilection that
May not be afforded when we’re alive
Do we have to die to be missed?

Write a letter to a loved one
And fill the empty space where
Something else belongs

What could a laugh mean
In its purest form
Heard overhead
Trapped in an echo chamber
Bouncing off the walls
Of the cerebrum

My tiny problems are
Masked by the anxiety of others
I don’t feel pain in that way
To walk fast or slow
Isn’t nearly as important
As the act itself

The cost of being here on earth
Roaming the planet without
The animals that loved us
The people that protected us
The plants that became carbon material

Can we absorb them into
Our ethos like stardust
Resulting in a symbol of their love
To resist the pain of loving those
That we still coexist with
On the planet that no longer care?

Alive but dead to us
No resurrection for the commonality

Hibiscus

They resent you for surviving
Wish that you would fail
Hate that you love life
Despise that you avail

They resent that you are happy
Their misery wants you to fall
They only love you when you’re crawling
When your back’s against a wall

I could have been your opportunity
Nothing can make you feel any different
When you feel the way you do
Fake money fake car fake feelings
Just to be how you are
Sometimes you fake it

How raw

I can’t feel myself
I can’t feel myself
I can’t feel myself

You were so unafraid
When people acted this way
I need a balcony
My turn signals are broken
Pull me over
Drag me out

Into the street
Into the street
Into the street

I need a Bollywood dance
A medical cream
A high stakes bet
That my life is worth living

Why did she resent me
You loved me unconditionally
Why does she highlight my dark spots
You licked my wounds

Some people actually thrive
When we’re down

Paddle out

Reflector

It’s like throwing shit in a hole endlessly
To feel better about losing
Someone you love

Relearn the purpose
Spelunking for the duty
Treasure hunting for my anchor

Blood drains from the face
Toothache at the stale root
Sugar on my tongue
Someone cut my left arm off?

Midnight in the night
An inevitable glare
Of the floor staring back
Into your eyes inspecting
The color of your mind
And if you’re feeling thirsty

T’was only twice virtually
No figments of our bodies
Drifting away like kites
A rock or two to hold us down

It’s darker than usual
Really kind of horrid fragments
Playing with possibilities
Laying upside down in bed
Bamboo tapping at the window
Sounds like the dog getting up

Dried flowers in my
Great-grandmothers favorite book

Though it hurts, the everlastings still smell lovely